Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mind Full Of Hatred, artist - Andre Nickatina. Album song I Hate You With A Passion, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.04.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fillmoe Coleman
Song language: English
Mind Full Of Hatred |
I dont wanna cry no mo so its on. |
u caught up in the mode of the new Jim Jones |
problems in the world make mary jane a hit |
young mothaf**kas gettin raised like pits. |
nigga can you feel the hatred, i want you to die. |
creepin bolo, always solo, chewy got me high |
my eyes are low, my heart is cold, my stare will cause you pain |
my niggas, man they want to think these records ??? |
problems in the world make niggas wanna kill |
so i slang my rope just to make a joint to break you off the real |
foul rat daddies make my mind go smash |
niggas smoke all day, but still about they cash |
are u a killa, or are you a fake ass nigga (nigga) |
dirty like a worm (worm), slimy like a caterpillar (caterpillar) |
mind full of hatred. |
killa!(killa!) |
and if they dont come, go n get em! |
(go get em!) |
its like world war 3 in the mothaf**kin zone |
and anything goes when street lights come on |
and i’m sweatin, every nite sleepin no noise |
always mad, never glad, indo brings me joy |
so lay down to your mothaf**kin nemesis (lay it down) |
you say u caught me? |
then ima ask for witnesses (witnesses) |
its like enter the dragon, i creep like bruce |
callin all cars, cop/got killa on the loose |
once in my scope, there aint no hope, cos i dont care. |
you walkin now, but when u see me, picture wheel chair |
because my bear hug be f**kin off your vertebrae |
and now you lookin like a cat on the freeway |
you start actin like a child and imma call you 'son' |
you try to play me like a bitch and imma cut yo tongue |
and i aint ever met a nigga that aint lied about pussy to this day |
but i aint trippin, mothaf**ka roll a J |
cos i dont give a f**k, nigga whats the score |
i got mines and nigga, i want yours |
they rat head mothaf**kas get government cheesed |
and get the full extent of punishment by any .|higher means?| |
so i’m livin like a dope dealer poppin in his prime |
and example mothaf**ka that had dope came in '89 |
its like F**K YOU MAHN, CRACK COCAINE! |
that one hitter quitter done got yo brain |
now its only poppin, there aint no stoppin |
money comes first nigga bodies start droppin |
niggas get hit like they comin across the middle |
cos i aint got no time for no mothaf**kin riddle |
cos bullshit walks, and money talks loud |
smilin shows weakness, so niggas dont smile |
mind full of hatred, gonna think rite |
nigga i’m head huntin, mothaf**k yo life! |
its like peeka boo peeka boo, nigga i see ya |
but what i got for ya foo, i wouldnt wanna be ya |
the 6'6 killa whale’s in the cuts, like starsky n hutch |
and i’m puffin on skunk. |
so nigga knuckle up and ur grill u better guard |
cos imma try to stick you like a snitch on the yard |
i walk my walk i talk my talk and sometimes i mite give orders |
deceptacons, get ready to roll on all these transformers |
cos niggas dont care, they takin chewy to the brain |
mind full of hatred, off that came to the face |
bow down u little bitch here to taste |
respect gets? |
like staggitory rape |
and its on, voices goin off in my dome |
steady gettin high in my caddy all chrome |
CHIT CHATTA! |
mothaf**kas really dont matter |
niggas get beat like pancake batter |
cracked like egg, fried like pork |
i got niggas runnin east, west, south, n north |
like a compass, yo life dont mean shit to me, f**k it |
mind full of hatred smokin chewy in a bucket |
these cockaroach f**ks get eat like fish |
skinned like shrimp, beat then lynched |
and all that other bullshit Dre Dog is not concerned with |
F**K EM. |
F**K EM. |